Second

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Sora had been quiet the last few days. After his initial arrival, he spent a great deal of time fast asleep, enjoying the unfamiliar relief that a soft bed gave him. The castle had given him hearty meals of soup, easy to digest for someone unaccustomed to eating. After a few days of the ghosts' nursing, he has the strength to climb from his bed and explore, as any child his age might.

He isn't looking for anywhere in particular. Simply coming to terms with living in such a large space, and around so many. He wanders the halls hugging his journal in a dreamlike haze. When his mind had simply soaked in too much at once, Sora tried to make the journey back to his room. After a long walk, he reached wearily toward the doorhandle, eager to slip under the fresh covers again...]

( What's on the other side? )

one

[underbutler.livejournal.com]

[ there's a tall, thin balding man standing by the stairwell leading up to the upper floors at the lobby. he's holding a tray with a tea set, and has an expression that could almost be considered confused. though it's really just a skeptical arch of a brow ]

My word. I do hope this does not mean I am out of a job.

ReMask 001

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, screaming. Of the "you should laugh" variety. And almost immediately after it begins, there is rolling around and crashing. Like someone just got thrown across the room, landed in the middle and just kept going. Something falls over and smashes in the background, and eventually the desk itself must have been hit, cause the book records a brief sessions of air whistling past before landing with a thud against the ground.

For a moment, there's nothing. Then there is some groaning. Sounds are made, sometimes just noises, and other times sounding vaguely similar to words like "what? where? fuck!" and more.

Eventually, the sound of someone either tired, injured or very drunk getting back to there feet is recorded, knocking something else over in the process. There is a very sharp crack, followed by half a dozen or so smaller ones, as he fixes SOMETHING that was bending a way it shouldn't have been.

More quiet.]

...the fuck? Is...

[He's found the book. He picks it up. He coughs to the side before flicking through a few pages in relative quiet, saved for some unintentionally heavier breathing.]

Alright, Mr. Multiple Personality Disorder Tome...

Missing! One cheap ass Motel parking lot.

It looks...like a cheap ass parking lot. There's a motel there. It's not much better.

When found, please return care of Travis Touchdown. Normally found at cheap ass motel, but that's fucking missing, now isn't it? So you can find me at...I don't even know.

Reward? The rest of the fucking ending! You ass.

Any further questions can be answered at...[Wait, he's checking his cellphone here.] 555-FUCK ALL, since this place has no goddamn service. That's what I get for picking AT&T.

[And with that, he drops the journal on the ground...and then proceeds to teeter over backwards and land with a resounding crash on the ground. You may now proceed with your day as normal]

♣ 30

[professionaldefibrillist]

[there's the sound of some shuffling, and a crash, and then some muttered Chinese cursing because the man in question has stubbed his toe. Stupid furniture.

Kutner is back in the clinic again today, but he's dressed a liiiiiiiittle bit differently than he's been before. Think old west meets space pirate. And yes, he's always had that kind of awesome fashion sense, thanks.

Feel free to bother]


[And Firefly day! Open post, as usual.]

(no subject)

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Who: Eleven and Five
What: Figuring out how to save York
When: After this post
Where: In the TARDIS(es)
Rating: PG

( Flying under the radar )

Treat 002;

[pumpkinbutt]

Man, it's so hot out... How the heck do you guys deal with the rapid change in weather here?? I mean when you first arrive. It was early spring back in my world when I got here so this heat is a real drag right now. I'd kill for some rain or something!

Oh yeah--and thanks again for the other day Noise.

[[ooc; sittin' on the lawn, eatin' popsicles :9 so dictated unless they want to find her. she's got like a whole box there she's just scarfing down to try and keep cool]]

(no subject)

[notinmtsilver.livejournal.com]

 [there's a recorded yawn.]

Uh... how'd I end up down here?

Pikachu?

Pikaaa...?

[ooc: loss end! Ash is back to his usual age and has no clue what happened on it. He woke up on one of the couches in the lobby so, open and journal~]

♛ A Festival Idea

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Hearing Suleyman tell him of his time as a child had awakened feelings of homesickness in him. With the weather as it was outside and the time of year, Summer, his mind constantly drifted back to the halls of his palace and the great trees and bushes in full bloom with the brilliant, glowing red flowers that bloomed about now for only a month and were the center of a massive festival that centered its theme around luck and love: a good time for weddings and engagements and births.

And low and behold Abel and Lilith were now engaged! It such a joyous thing, an engagement and impending wedding. It made Ashura think the castle needed more of that after everything that had happened, and he had an urge to indulge himself in celebrating his people's festival, which he usually presided over anyways.

He'd been reading enough romance novels to understand the concept of a 'date', and indeed there were contests during the festival to determine what man would get what passed as a 'date' in his world with a lucky, chosen maiden - usually the prettiest in one village or another. But that seemed a bit unfair, so why not try a different tact instead, one that gave everyone - hopefully - a chance towin their desired match and cause less stress than some strong-lifting or running competition.

So, everyone in the castle, when they next opened their journals, would see elegant hand writing with the following proclamation: ]

~ Fire-Flower Festival Date Auction ~

Handsome young men all over Paradisa, sign up for this chance to have the ladies win your hand for a single night!
Ladies, wanting a date with a man but don't know how to approach him? Sign him up and win his hand!
Come one, come all!
Help celebrate a season of love and luck and join up!
* Proceeds will go to charity *

[Oh yes, this would be most fun!]

[ooc: Please be sure to sign up characters here (and any name will be accepted since Ashura can't tell handwriting apart), as well as go to the OOC post and sign up there to so I can get an accurate head count! This includes muses that are doing this voluntarily and muses that are being tricked/forced/etc. More detailed posts are to follow on how the auction will be run.]

• 009

[embattles.livejournal.com]

Oh, God. What is wrong with this picture?

Have you all just decided that it's just too hot to go out? Is a ten minute walk really that bad? I hear it's good for you! Keeps...Heart attacks at bay! Which are you know, bad...

Or do you just never come to bars for dancing and food? Just the booze? 'Cause you can have that before midnight. Really, I promise. There's just...Not even that one token drunk guy who just never leaves and moans about his horrible life! Which he had coming to him, really...

I've wiped this counter...seven times. If it gets any cleaner, people will start to feel guilty and actually use coasters!

Just...Go to Caritas before I do something drastic. Like sing. Because then I'd be fired.

─ seventy

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( minato-kun )

( shindou-san )

( ryou-kun/private )

Has there ever been a wedding here before? The people in the city get married but since I've been here I've never once seen any of the residents get married. Isn't that great though? Having someone you love. It's so romantic~

...I bet she's pretty, too.

Today's a good day!

( castiel-san )

3; In the Kitchen

[pai-sho-master.livejournal.com]

[It has been a very difficult first few days. First, he was magically transported someplace he had never been. Then, just as he was beginning to settle in, Azula arrived. This called for some tea.

He could just wish for tea, of course, but what was the fun in that? So he’s down in the kitchen preparing tea for himself. Unbeknownst to him, his journal is open, about to record the discovery of his loss.

He’s made Ginseng tea. It’s his favorite. He savors the aroma for a few moments before he takes a sip. A few seconds later, far too quickly for it to be a normal allergic reaction, he is insanely itchy and covered in a rash.]

Oh, no! Not tea. Not that! [Hopefully] Maybe it’s just Gensing!

[There’s no time to lose, so this time he wishes for a variety of types of tea. He takes a sip from each one. …And becomes even more itchy and swollen.]

[Very sadly] Oh….I think I have discovered my loss.

dictated;

[fortortall.livejournal.com]

By the Goddess...! What is going on?! Hello? Someone answer me!

[ a horse's neigh seconds it's mistress's demand, but is shushed by her a moment later. the sound of horse hooves stamping against the ground is rather unmistakable ]

This has to be one of my oddest dreams yet. Riding a horse in a building of all places. A...castle, it seems like? Certainly not one I recognize.

If this dream is supposed to be prophetic or something, it's incredibly ridiculous. Do I at least get a guide?


[ ooc; Ugh so waiting for notifs to work before posting was clearly a fail idea. Refresh button is my new bff. ]

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

All right, my room is sufficiently fixed. Once again perfect.

I can't believe somebody could be as callous as moving all of my furniture, paintings, and candles while I was trying to help the expedition.... Some people have no class.

But thankfully, that is done and over with.

[there's the dictated sound of a closet door opening.... and then a scream]

Third

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[Anyone near the stables today can see John riding around on a horse, trying to lasso another horse. He'd originally started this as a way to relieve the discomfort of being stuck here and not being able to do anything about it, but now he realises something is very wrong.

He can't hold the rope right, and when he throws it, it's like something a clown would do in the circus. He couldn't rope a fencepost, let alone a living, moving target. Guess who just learned his loss? It's safe to say John is not happy with this development, as the journal partly open in his pack records]

Shit! What the hell is wrong with me?

???? tea party : 1

[certae.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

(no subject)

[chimingbell.livejournal.com]

[backdated to the right time? On her way through the lobby, Karako happens to notice a sleeping girl. There's nothing too strange about that part, but the lobby doesn't seem like the best place to sleep like this, either, so she decides to make her way in that direction instead]


[OOC: I hope this works for Sakura and Cloud? Feel free to let me know if anything isn't right/should be changed.]

❧ oo4.

[olilium.livejournal.com]

[Ow. Owowow. There's a young woman staggering along in your fourth floor corridor, ladies and gentlemen, clutching her tummy and wearing a somewhat strained expression. Her belly feels strange, and it hurts, and she doesn't know long the inside will stay in before it comes out. Her tummy's all spinny, and all these doors look the same, and-- KERBLAM

Oops... l-looks like she fell down again. Kind of... gives up on moving any further, curling up and clutching her knees to her chest. Owie... The journal lies open not too far away.] N-nyuu... nyuu.

[ooc: Post for Elektra to save the poor derp from herself and her derpery ;; Open via journals (not that she'll make much in the way of conversation derp), but Elektra will be the one to help her out!]